The Thief of Paris Page #3

My firm handles all lines of dyes.

Yes, yes, every color known.

We have the best-equipped

dye vats in Belgium.

What further proof do you need?

We are entering the age of color.

We have the universe for a market.

Exactly. Supply and demand.

You're going to need more workers.

They will demand

constant wage increases.

Father, they can demand,

but they're not about to obtain.

The profits go up first,

then the wages follow.

That is economics, my friends.

Do you have the plans for your factory?

Naturally, I'll go get you a set.

Now, Father, will you explain?

What? That the jewels you took from

the Montareuils are in your luggage?

I'm sure you know that. Relax.

You're a thief. So am I.

Here are the plans,

our balance sheet, turnover

and some cherry brandy.

I'm not allowed to drink. Thank you.

- No troubles, have you?

- I don't drink that much.

I don't mean that.

I refer to industrial troubles.

Sorry.

Two explosions, a year ago.

Lost 10 or 12 men.

I held a mass burial.

Grandiose, moving.

Management and workers united

in their common grief.

All our hearts as one

in a moment of profound sorrow.

Talk about publicity! A gold mine!

Coffee, gentlemen.

Don't you expect, as does our friend,

a socialist revolution?

We can't avoid occasional unrest.

I foresee a mass uprising, a genuine revolt,

a new order, a takeover...

- In Belgium?

- Possibly.

The banks are broken into and pillaged.

Well, we have the police for protection.

Besides, only idiots

entrust their cash to banks.

Do you mean to say

that you keep your cash here?

Well, naturally.

I have a safe, gentlemen.

Dear Lord, lots of space!

Indeed. Right now, it contains

over half a million francs in securities,

plus the bank notes.

When I propose an investment,

I talk with more than my mouth, sir.

- What about thieves?

- They can try, Monsieur Dumoulin.

- My locks and my safe are solid.

- You have an electrical alarm?

No, thanks.

There's no point in those alarms.

Electricity is expensive

and always on the blink.

That day, La Margelle introduced me

to the King Solomon Hotel.

No thief won'thy of the name

would stay elsewhere in Brussels.

We have our likes and dislikes.

Look at this! Canonnier set all this up.

- Canonnier?

- A great thief.

A sharp mind.

He's in prison at the moment.

Good, the jewels.

You know, Georges,

a thief is not a practical joker.

He's a professional.

Your debut showed great dash,

and an almost childish boldness.

You were lucky.

But you'll need more than luck.

I just need someone to teach me.

- You wished to work alone?

- No, I had a plan.

To get myself in prison for about

a year, and make the right friends.

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